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Bloody hell! It was exactly that, a bloody hell. I doubled over in pain and bit my lip so hard it almost burst. And all I could think about in that moment is, ‘I need to get up and clean before my mother gets home’. There was only one problem, I couldn’t stand.

Bloody hell! I watched as the pool of blood on my feet, or was it knees?, I couldn’t tell get bigger. The pain in my abdomen didn’t numb either. I kept mumbling that this had to be God’s way of punishing me. I knew I had to call for help. I was losing too much blood. But what would I say had happened? What would my church-going mother do when she found out?

Bloody hell! I could feel my head getting lighter. I could see my vision blurring. The excruciating pain was now fading away. Relief! I could hear my thoughts now. I could hear the door open. My mother’s voice made me smile. I wiped my teary face. I saw a white light.

Bloody hell! I heard a gasp. My walk was interrupted. I was in the room again. I saw my mother’s horrified face. I tried to get up, walk up to her. Were those neighbours? I tried to get up, show them that I was fine. The last thing I remember was hearing a baby crying!